by Rachel Angel
Taryn couldn’t help but notice that it was her suitcase and his must have already been in his room.
“You always get what you want, don’t you?” she asked.
Sylvain’s eyes danced merrily. “Of course.”
With that, Taryn walked into her room and breathed in deeply, trying to calm down her racing heart. She had to play it cool without playing games. If this was a poker game it would either be all in or all out. Which way would she go? Her perverted side answered for her. How about in and out? Repeatedly. It followed with an evil little laugh that once again made Taryn’s thoughts slip to sex. She’d thought more about sex in the past forty-eight hours than she had in the past five years. It was a good thing she didn’t marry Darren with her sex drive running as it was now. He’d think she was a nymphomaniac.
She walked back out and sat down next to Sylvain on the couch and saw that he didn’t have anything besides business on his mind. He had quite the array of paperwork scattered about, showing exactly why he was a billionaire—he worked smart and he worked hard.
Chapter 9
Morning came and Taryn opened her eyes, lazily adjusting to the light that was streaming in from the window. She was confused though because she wasn’t lying in the cozy feather bed in her room. She was half lying on the couch using Sylvain’s muscular bare chest for a pillow. Her hand was resting on his pants rather close to his crotch, which happened to show a major erection.
Now that she was jolted awake Taryn surveyed the situation more closely. Her crotch was pressed against Sylvain’s leg and her skirt was lifted up over her hips, showing her sheer silky thong underwear underneath it. It was a very suggestive position and she could feel the arm around his waist and how it extended down to a point where his hand was gently resting on her ass.
The realization that she had no idea what had happened suddenly hit her and she panicked. “Oh no,” Taryn called out.
“What?” Sylvain said, jumping. He’d still been sound asleep.
“Did we…what happened? I don’t understand? Why are we out here sleeping together?” The questions kept streaming out of her mouth and Taryn could feel full out anxiety swelling up inside of her as she struggled to piece together what had happened. She just couldn’t remember and her mind wouldn’t calm down.
“It’s okay…it’s okay,” Sylvain said, raising his finger to Taryn’s lips, which were still rambling on and on with question after question. “We were going over some purchase orders and the budget. It got really late and I think I dozed off.”
Taryn looked at Sylvain incredulously. “You dozed off during numbers? I didn’t know you weren’t interested. I…”
Sylvain interrupted. “Apparently you are not interested in numbers either. You dozed off before I did and I didn’t want to move and wake you. I knew it had been a long day and you seemed so peaceful while you were sleeping. I must have dozed off afterward. So, here we are.”
“How did I get like this?” Taryn said, finally separating from Sylvain and trying to hike her skirt back down over her ass.
“That I’m not sure about, but obviously I liked sleeping next to you,” Sylvain said. He looked down at his hard on and wasn’t the slightest bit embarrassed about it.
“I’m so sorry. I don’t usually fall asleep in the middle of explaining things and certainly wake up with my skirt hiked up, in my boss’s arms nonetheless. I’m so horrified,” Taryn said.
Sylvain pulled Taryn back closer to him and stared her in the eyes. “I don’t usually do things like that either. I guess the excellent dinner, great conversation, drinking glass after glass of fine wine, and chaos of the day left us both feeling very satisfied and relaxed. It’s not a big deal.”
With that, Sylvain began to look into Taryn’s eyes, showing a great deal of desire and want for her. It was unmistakable and as his hand went down to her lower back and pressed on it she could feel him slowly lifting up the skirt she’d just lowered down a second before. Taryn breathed in, feeling tingling in every bit of her body that Sylvain touched and longing to see how far he would go. There was nobody there to interrupt him now.
“Taryn, you have the most beautiful butt. It’s so smooth, perfectly shaped, tan, and fits my hand perfectly,” he said, cupping both his hands on it and making Taryn involuntarily shudder with excitement.
Within a second, Taryn was kneeling on top of Sylvain and he was caressing her ass with his firm hands, making her feel exquisite and extremely aroused. She could feel his hot breath close to her and the scent of his aftershave still lingered on him, making her feel drunk from desire.
His hands came back around and he started to massage the tops of her thighs and her inner thighs too, moving rhythmically and precisely, instantly making Taryn feel wet from his touch. “I think I should go…” Taryn began, but her words were feeble and unbelievable. It was clear that she wanted what he seemed willing to offer.
Sylvain ignored her weak reply and his fingers began to press on the sheer silk of her flimsy thong and slid the fabric to the side, beginning to knead on her in a completely arousing way that she’d never felt before. Maybe it was him, maybe it was the angle, or maybe it was his expertise, but she couldn’t recall ever having such a strong response to a man’s touch before. She shivered from head to toe, biting down a moan in her throat. Her core ache for his touch as she moved closer to him.
Taryn’s body tensed in anticipation as Sylvain’s fingers came closer to inserting into her. She was wiggling with desire and anticipation, wanting to feel them inside of her, reaching for her most intimate core of pleasure.
He leaned closer to her ear, whispering, “I can’t stop thinking about it,” Sylvain growled, sending small vibrations of his breath and words onto her neck, making it instantly get goose bumps from the sensation.
“About what?” Taryn asked, not wanting him to stop what he was doing.
“Your orgasm,” Sylvain replied. “Why you couldn’t marry Darren…because he couldn’t give you what you needed.”
The blunt words about her ex made Taryn stop and turn deep red. She felt so vulnerable and wanted Sylvain so badly, but talking about her ex hardly seemed like the right conversation to be having at that time. She didn’t need to respond though because Sylvain kept talking.
“Taryn, if a man truly appreciates a woman he wouldn’t have a problem getting her to climax.”
That caught Taryn’s attention. “You think so?”
“I would never settle for not giving you a climax.”
“Darren was very skilled in bed, only he couldn’t get me to come for some reason. I just never could…”
“I know that I could give you that earth shattering orgasm, Taryn. I see what you respond to and I can tell what pleases you. I’d never stop until I succeeded…never.”
“You wouldn’t?” Taryn asked. She could feel her body trembling form the thoughts of it and completely turned on by the business of Sylvain giving her an earth shattering orgasm. What woman wouldn’t welcome being the target of that type of mission?
“It’s almost a travesty that you’ve never experienced one. I would keep on trying until I knew that I’d tried everything,” Sylvain said.
“Is that an offer?”
“It is if you’ll take it. Let me give you that orgasm. I’ve been told that I satisfy the women I’m with greatly; that I know how to gauge their response and bring out the best in their raw sexuality. I want to do that for you. I want to see those green eyes ignite with an explosive orgasm while your sexy body convulses in utter delight. Will you let me do that for you?”
“You’re offering casual sex just to give me a mind blowing earth shattering orgasm?” Taryn asked. She was very aware that it was odd to be questioning Sylvain so much at this moment when he was offering to deliver her the one thing she’d longed for obsessively. Yet, it seemed too good to be true.
“Why not?” Sylvain asked, kissing her neck and letting his lips travel down toward her cleavage line in the emera
ld green angora sweater. “I think I’m a much better choice than someone you barely know, such as Jacob, or a complete stranger. Don’t you agree?”
“You’re fine,” Taryn said involuntarily, giving Sylvain a soft chuckle as his lips continued to roam her neck and the top of her bosom. “I’ve noticed that you are very well equipped and can definitely give me what I need to reach an orgasm. I’m sure of it.”
“I can’t wait to get started,” Sylvain said. “We shall start today.”
With that, Sylvain got up to take a shower and Taryn went to her room to do the same. She’d never had such a cold shower in her life, but it calmed down her raging horniness. Unfortunately, it also froze the thoughts of having the orgasm she longed for into her mind and she couldn’t wait. How was she going to be able to focus on wine when she longed to experience the divine?
Chapter 10
Taryn was just out of the shower when Sylvain came and knocked on her door and called out that she could dress casually, that they’d be eating in today and working from the room. Staring at herself in the bathroom mirror and mouthing, Holy fuck! This is happening. I’m going to have sex with the one and only Sylvain Richard, whom she had been fantasizing having wild animal fucking with since the day she set eyes on his beautiful face and body.
Next it was out to her room and to look through what she had that was casual in her suitcase. She found a really cute v-neck t-shirt that had some jewels on it and a circular hole cut in to the back of it, and a pair of casual pants. She pulled out a bra and panties, but decided to not put them on. After all, if she was going to get what Sylvain promised to deliver she could afford to be a bit riskier and surprise him just a bit. She couldn’t wait.
Ten minutes later, Taryn was out in the main part of the suitw and grinning widely, but trying to maintain some level of composure.
Sylvain smiled at her casually, making her feel briefly awkward. “I just ordered some breakfast for us. It’s the most important meal of the day they say; especially a very busy day like we’re going to have.”
“Yes, numbers and whatnot,” Taryn replied, suddenly sounding quiet and a bit shy.
“Yes, and whatnot,” Sylvain said, smiling brightly. “Please, come have a seat. The food should be here any moment.”
Taryn sat down and found that conversation didn’t come as easily as it had the night before at dinner. Everything was forced and distracting, even talk of the business. Somehow she turned talk of wine into hormones, talks of grapes into her sexual needs, and could even manage to twist a simple statement into a suggestive one. She had it bad and she couldn’t deny it.
Meanwhile, Sylvain kept looking at Taryn and enjoying watching her. He could see that she was edgy and it excited him. Honestly, giving a woman her first serious orgasm was one of the most exciting thrills he could think of. He loved being in control and taking care of women. Being able to do this for Taryn with no strings attached was exciting for him and he was delighted that she’d taken him up on his offer—not that he would have expected a no. Sylvain just didn’t get turned down—for anything. Furthermore, he certainly never had to beg. With Taryn, and how much just thinking of running his hands up and down her exquisite body, tasting her skin, eating her hot core until she would be screaming for release; made him get rock hard. There was no denying how much he wanted her.
By the time breakfast arrived and was taken away, Taryn was starting to feel like she’d been a rambling fool for the past half hour. Every part of her curvy and luscious feminine assets was tingling in anticipation and made her wonder how long she’d have to wait. It made sense to do some work first, but it was a highly undesirable concept compared to sex.
Thankfully, Sylvain made the decision for Taryn and she knew it when he stood up and swept her up into his arms. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a casual t-shirt, looking sculpted and like a statue of a Greek god or something like that.
Neither said a word as Sylvain carried Taryn into his bedroom and gently set her down on his bed. He slowly slid his hands under her t-shirt and slid it up, taking the time to feel the firmness of her taut stomach and slowly kiss her skin until it had little pleasure bumps all over it. Then and only then did his hands go up further, where he pause temporarily, noticing that Taryn wasn’t wearing a bra.
“You are full of surprises,” he mumbled and then he lifted the shirt up and exposed Taryn’s ample breasts, pausing as he took them in, his gaze hot with hunger. “You are God’s truly beautiful creations.” He looked at them and then reached down and began to kiss them hungrily, making sure he didn’t miss any bit of their tender and tanned flesh.
Taryn moaned softly, completely absorbed in the passionate attention she was getting and appreciating how Sylvain’s skillful mouth was devouring her breasts, licking and flicking her nipples until they were hard. He would have been able to do whatever he wanted to with Taryn that moment, but all he wanted was to give her an orgasm. It was so liberating and neither her body nor her mind had ever been so trusting before.
She wasn’t even sure how it happened, but Taryn found that her t-shirt was off now and Sylvain was traveling down her stomach and pulling down the waist band of her pants with his teeth, allowing his fingers to slowly caress the top of her pubic line, which was marked by the landing strip that remained after her modified Brazilian wax.
“So sexy,” Sylvain mumbled. He slowly slid off her pants and his hands softly touched her as he slid them off. To get them past her hips, Taryn tilted them upward, wishing that he was inserting her at that moment. She wanted to savor the moment, but she was longing for him so badly that it was challenging.
Now Sylvain was standing at the edge of the bed and he slowly took his clothes off, staring at Taryn the entire time. The way he pulled his t-shirt off over his head made his muscles ripple and she enjoyed his rugged appeal and finely sculpted body, yet it was nothing compared to what he released from his boxers when he slid them off with his jeans in a single motion. Taryn had never seen a cock that was so hard and large before. He was built like a stallion, and for a moment, she wasn’t sure if she could accommodate him into her. Thoughts of it entering into her were scrumptious and she couldn’t wait to see how she could envelop it all inside of her.
Sylvain slowly made his way back up Taryn’s body, kissing her legs and inner thighs as he did so. He teased her briefly by flickering his tongue over her clit, causing her to buck up in surprise and moan. With another flick of his tongue, he licked her lips, pushing his tongue deep into her, and eating her until she was writhing.
“God, please enter me,” she panted.
“I’m not God, but Lord help me, I’m going to rock you until you see stars.”
Sylvain slid into Taryn’s warm body, feeling her expand. The pleasure was breathtaking, and he almost lost it as he slid his way in. She was tight as a glove, and every movement of his sent them both into wild ecstasy. “You are so tight,” he groaned as he slid in and out, while using his fingers to rub her clit.
Taryn’s eyes rolled back into her head as she felt her entire body tremble. It was as if her body as one large nerve ending, and she felt every single movement Sylvain made intensely.
Sylvain slowly slid in and out, but when Taryn began moving her hips, it intensified each stroke, causing him to groan. “Fuck, it’s so good. You’re so good. So beautiful.”
Taryn felt beautiful and sexy. She wanted to devour Sylvain. She loved the feeling of him filling her fully, and she began rocking back and forth until they were sweating, panting, clawing at each other for me.
As Sylvain moved back and forth he kept his eyes open, staring at Taryn and her response to his entry into her. Her eyes were open briefly, but they kept fluttering closed with each thrust he delivered against her most sensual spot. He was excited by her tightness and the way it accentuated his every move. She was such an exquisite creature and he longed to please her like she’d never been pleased before.
Taryn’s hands roamed across Sylvain’s br
oad chest as he rocked inside of her, sending sensations through her fingers. He was moving so aggressively and dominantly and it completely excited her, making her feel the vibrations start surging through her like an earthquake ready to erupt. She felt her whole body tense and then it began shaking. “Ah…” she cried, as he found his release, too. Unfortunately it was more the magnitude of an aftershock. She was longing to register a 7.0 on the Richter scale of her passions.
“How was that?” he asked.
The look of disappointment on Taryn’s face surprised him, and he said, “It’s not over yet.” Understanding women the way that he did, Sylvain knew that Taryn’s orgasm wasn’t the one he longed to give her and that she wanted to receive. She was special and her body required more intimate and passionate attention than what could be delivered by a hard-on alone. Without hesitation, he slid down on her and began to play with her. One minute he’d barely be touching her, just giving her subtle sensations with his breath, tongue, and lips. Then the next minute he’d slide his tongue into her aggressively and move it around, causing Taryn’s hips to arch up in excitement, making him go deeper into her.
